no exit
into the Huorn-wood
orcs fled before Erkenbrand
hammer smote anvil
orcs fled before Erkenbrand
hammer smote anvil
Labels: literature, proust, Tolkien
posted by levinebar at 10:28 AM
seventeen syllables / is all you can cram into / such a tiny screen
Labels: literature, proust, Tolkien
posted by levinebar at 10:28 AM
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